What happens to a dream deferred ? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? Or does it explode ? Langston Hughes
Sadness .. All the flowers withered Dropping of the seeds Bashō
To love another is something like a prayer .. .. and can't be planned. Anne Sexton 🎨 Bettina Baldassari
🎨 Olga Abramova
🎨 Jun Hung Sung / Watercolor
🎨 Te Hu
What is time ? A thief of life, A healer of wounds, And maybe .. A bank of goodbyes.
My thoughts are made of words. Words that break into poems. Sometimes they open my old wounds, Other times they heal me.
I feel with endless dreams .. And so few tomorrows.
Smiles mask every wound as beauty. Beauty is every scar you won't see ! 🎨 Jun Nung Sung / Watercolor
